Homeward then he sailed exulting,Homeward through the black pitch-water,Homeward through the weltering serpents,With the trophies of the battle,With a shout and song of triumph.
On the shore stood old Nokomis,On the shore stood Chibiabos,And the very strong man, Kwasind,Waiting for the hero's coming,Listening to his songs of triumph.And the people of the villageWelcomed him with songs and dances,Made a joyous feast, and shouted:"Honor be to Hiawatha!He has slain the great Pearl-Feather,Slain the mightiest of Magicians,Him, who sent the fiery fever,Sent the white fog from the fen-lands,Sent disease and death among us!"
Ever dear to HiawathaWas the memory of Mama!And in token of his friendship,As a mark of his remembrance,He adorned and decked his pipe-stemWith the crimson tuft of feathers,With the blood-red crest of Mama.But the wealth of Megissogwon,All the trophies of the battle,He divided with his people,Shared it equally among them.
X
Hiawatha's Wooing
"As unto the bow the cord is,So unto the man is woman;Though she bends him, she obeys him,Though she draws him, yet she follows;Useless each without the other!"
Thus the youthful HiawathaSaid within himself and pondered,Much perplexed by various feelings,Listless, longing, hoping, fearing,Dreaming still of Minnehaha,Of the lovely Laughing Water,In the land of the Dacotahs.
"Wed a maiden of your people,"Warning said the old Nokomis;"Go not eastward, go not westward,For a stranger, whom we know not!Like a fire upon the hearth-stoneIs a neighbor's homely daughter,Like the starlight or the moonlightIs the handsomest of strangers!"
Thus dissuading spake Nokomis,And my Hiawatha answeredOnly this: "Dear old Nokomis,Very pleasant is the firelight,But I like the starlight better,Better do I like the moonlight!"
Gravely then said old Nokomis:"Bring not here an idle maiden,Bring not here a useless woman,Hands unskilful, feet unwilling;Bring a wife with nimble fingers,Heart and hand that move together,Feet that run on willing errands!"
Smiling answered Hiawatha:"In the land of the DacotahsLives the Arrow-maker's daughter,Minnehaha, Laughing Water,Handsomest of all the women.I will bring her to your wigwam,She shall run upon your errands,Be your starlight, moonlight, firelight,Be the sunlight of my people!"
Still dissuading said Nokomis:"Bring not to my lodge a strangerFrom the land of the Dacotahs!Very fierce are the Dacotahs,Often is there war between us,There are feuds yet unforgotten,Wounds that ache and still may open!"
Laughing answered Hiawatha:"For that reason, if no other,Would I wed the fair Dacotah,That our tribes might be united,That old feuds might be forgotten,And old wounds be healed forever!"
Thus departed HiawathaTo the land of the Dacotahs,To the land of handsome women;Striding over moor and meadow,Through interminable forests,Through uninterrupted silence.
With his moccasins of magic,At each stride a mile he measured;Yet the way seemed long before him,And his heart outran his footsteps;And he journeyed without resting,Till he heard the cataract's laughter,Heard the Falls of MinnehahaCalling to him through the silence."Pleasant is the sound!" he murmured,"Pleasant is the voice that calls me!"
On the outskirts of the forests,'Twixt the shadow and the sunshine,Herds of fallow deer were feeding,But they saw not Hiawatha;To his bow he whispered, "Fail not!"To his arrow whispered, "Swerve not!"Sent it singing on its errand,To the red heart of the roebuck;Threw the deer across his shoulder,And sped forward without pausing.
At the doorway of his wigwamSat the ancient Arrow-maker,In the land of the Dacotahs,Making arrow-heads of jasper,Arrow-heads of chalcedony.At his side, in all her beauty,Sat the lovely Minnehaha,Sat his daughter, Laughing Water,Plaiting mats of flags and rushesOf the past the old man's thoughts were,And the maiden's of the future.
He was thinking, as he sat there,Of the days when with such arrowsHe had struck the deer and bison,On the Muskoday, the meadow;Shot the wild goose, flying southwardOn the wing, the clamorous Wawa;Thinking of the great war-parties,How they came to buy his arrows,Could not fight without his arrows.Ah, no more such noble warriorsCould be found on earth as they were!Now the men were all like women,Only used their tongues for weapons!
She was thinking of a hunter,From another tribe and country,Young and tall and very handsome,Who one morning, in the Spring-time,Came to buy her father's arrows,Sat and rested in the wigwam,Lingered long about the doorway,Looking back as he departed.She had heard her father praise him,Praise his courage and his wisdom;Would he come again for arrowsTo the Falls of Minnehaha?On the mat her hands lay idle,And her eyes were very dreamy.
Through their thoughts they heard a footstep,Heard a rustling in the branches,And with glowing cheek and forehead,With the deer upon his shoulders,Suddenly from out the woodlandsHiawatha stood before them.
Straight the ancient Arrow-makerLooked up gravely from his labor,Laid aside the unfinished arrow,Bade him enter at the doorway,Saying, as he rose to meet him,"Hiawatha, you are welcome!"
At the feet of Laughing WaterHiawatha laid his burden,Threw the red deer from his shoulders;And the maiden looked up at him,Looked up from her mat of rushes,Said with gentle look and accent,"You are welcome, Hiawatha!"
Very spacious was the wigwam,Made of deer-skins dressed and whitened,With the Gods of the DacotahsDrawn and painted on its curtains,And so tall the doorway, hardlyHiawatha stooped to enter,Hardly touched his eagle-feathersAs he entered at the doorway.
Then uprose the Laughing Water,From the ground fair Minnehaha,Laid aside her mat unfinished,Brought forth food and set before them,Water brought them from the brooklet,Gave them food in earthen vessels,Gave them drink in bowls of bass-wood,Listened while the guest was speaking,Listened while her father answered,But not once her lips she opened,Not a single word she uttered.
Yes, as in a dream she listenedTo the words of Hiawatha,As he talked of old Nokomis,Who had nursed him in his childhood,As he told of his companions,Chibiabos, the musician,And the very strong man, Kwasind,And of happiness and plentyIn the land of the Ojibways,In the pleasant land and peaceful.
"After many years of warfare,Many years of strife and bloodshed,There is peace between the OjibwaysAnd the tribe of the Dacotahs."Thus continued Hiawatha,And then added, speaking slowly,"That this peace may last forever,And our hands be clasped more closely,And our hearts be more united,Give me as my wife this maiden,Minnehaha, Laughing Water,Loveliest of Dacotah women!"